Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

June 17, 2004

Dear Everyone:

Happy Father’s Day to all you Dads out there.

Things got very busy at work last week.  The Operating Company that I work for is called BRES.  That stands for “Boring and Really Expensive Services”.  It’s the “Really Expensive” part that is suddenly on tumble-dry.

Back at the beginning of last year, the infamous Cost Reduction Study began.  One of the ways they decided to reduce costs was to reduce the number of buildings being managed.  In “Hobby”, the Company has six or seven buildings (believe me when I say we’re not always sure how many buildings there are).  Some originally belonged to Another Company, some to That Other Company, some to Company.

There’s a lot of baggage connected to these buildings.  What used to be That Other Company Tower is now called Company Tower, but some people still think of it as That Other Company Tower.  AHP stands for Another Company Heritage Plaza.  Someone decided to move all those people out of those “old” buildings and into a “new” building, one that no one had worked in before.

There’s a little company called Enron that was having a bit of a fire sale.  Word has it, BRES picked up one of their office towers for a song.  Of course, no one is calling it “the Old Enron Building”.  Instead, they’re referring to it as “Louisiana” because it’s on Louisiana Street in “Hobby”.

This could lead to confusion.  When someone is told, “We’re moving you to Louisiana,” they might get the idea that they’re moving out of state instead of only a few blocks uptown.  Ultimately, there will be three buildings in the “Hobby” area.

All of this involves a tremendous amount of communication and collaboration.  Within departments, between departments, and between departments and people who work outside the Company.  Naturally, they want everyone to use the new document management system.

Naturally, no one wants to take the time to learn how to use the system.  In fact, at one point, I was told to cobble up some kind of “30-minute training” for people so they wouldn’t have to “waste” time getting an ID set up.  This turned around and bit certain people in the butt.

So last week, they decided to change directions.  Suddenly certain members of the “Space Standards” team were informed that they would be Subject Matter Experts in the document management system.  (Subject Matter Expert is abbreviated to SME, pronounced “smee”.)  It would be up to them to answer any and all document management system questions coming from all the other team members.  (These SMEs, by the way, are all outside contractors, hired for a few months.)  Their reaction?  Panic City.

Management also decided to set up (I kid you not) a “Demilitarized Zone”, or DMZ, that both internal and external people could access.  All of this was set up in a matter of days.  We Training Coordinators were informed that we would be providing intense hand-holding for the newly-minted SMEs, plus some kind of training material for the “external” Users.

Hence, a whole lotta running around going on.  But enough about that.  Movies!

Last weekend “Jeannie” and I saw Troy.  The weekend before that, I went to see The Day After Tomorrow.

What do these two movies have in common?

They’re both now showing.

They both start with a “T”.

The title doesn’t really tell you what the movie is about.

Kettle Drums.

The Day After Tomorrow.  The title is ambiguous enough.  Dennis Quaid plays a paleo-climatologist.  That’s someone who studies ancient climates.  Sela Ward plays his very understanding and compassionate wife who happens to specialize in children with cancer.  Ian Holm plays a very nice meteorologist who happens to be in Scotland.

Quaid is the first to figure out that something very strange is happening to the weather.  He tries to warn people.  They don’t listen.  The Scottish meteorologist understands, but is too far away to be any help.  Tidal waves, big storms, hail the size of Volkswagens.  Really, really big storms viewed from space.

That’s where the kettle drums come in.  Every time there’s a shot of a really, really big storm, the composer throws in kettle drums to let everyone know that something really, really bad is happening.  Otherwise, you might think “fluffy big clouds, how much trouble can they be?”

Quaid’s son has gone to New York on a school trip.  Soon, New York is frozen.  He tries to warn people.  They don’t listen.  Quaid decides to get to his son.  It’s one of those cases where if you can’t do anything about the situation, find a situation that you can do something about.  Lots and lots of spectacular special effects.

As for Troy, you might think from the title that it’s about the Trojan War.  Wrong.  It’s “inspired by” Homer’s Iliad, but it’s really about Achilles, played by Brad Pitt in all his blond, buffed glory.  Brad’s been working out.

He fights, he runs and jumps, he has that whole “dipped in the River Styx” thing working for him.  Actually, he’s just a tiny bit self-absorbed.  Lots and lots of big battles, although the war barely lasts a week, much less ten years.  That’s where the kettle drums come into it.  Big battles mean lots of kettle drums.  And yes, there’s Helen and Paris and Hector and all those other gorgeous young puppies running around.  And, added bonus:  Julie Christie as Achilles’ mother and Peter O’Toole as Priam.

But the one to watch is Agamemnon, played by Brian Cox.  You may not recognize the name, or the actor for that matter, but you’ve probably seen him.  He’s been working for many years, but never insisted on starring roles (although he did play Hannibal Lecter long before Anthony Hopkins).  I remember one Saturday afternoon when I happened to see two movies that both had Cox in them.  In the first, he played an upper-level Scottish servant in the Eighteenth Century.  In the second, he played a Southern Senator.

The Day After Tomorrow is a really good movie to see on a really hot summer afternoon.  You’ll love all that ice.

Troy is definitely the better film, provided you can ignore everything you learned in high school about the Trojan War.  And Cox clearly has his eye on the Academy Awards next year.  Either one is plenty of fun.  Or you could see both.

 

Love, as always,

 

Pete

PS.  No Letter next week.  I’ll be attending the ARMA Pacific Region Leadership Conference.  P.

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